Chapter 2

• “Oh ... mmm ... yeah ... well, not right now at least ... you know how they are ... Mom just now let me start dating ... and...” she paused, her mind obviously thinking about her last few ‘dates’. As she turned into their neighborhood, she shrugged her shoulders, unconsciously accenting her slim frame. “Well, lets just say, boys are mostly immature brats...”.
• “Enough about me though, ... I’m sure you have had plenty of adventures way more exciting than what I’ve been doing stuck here at home ... anyone special? Hmmm?” she said, turning a teasing grin his way as she pulled into the driveway, careful to keep far to the side, allowing room for others to get by her and into the garage.
• Maeson couldn’t help it, and automatically ran through what he would have done with his sister if they had gone on a date, and it certainly wouldn’t have been immature, “No one,” he confessed with a sigh, and shrug, “I don’t or didn’t have a lot of time for dating, much less a relationship. I had a few one night stands here or there but...” Maeson shrugged again. Than got out of the car as it rolled to a stop. After spending hours on busses, he wasn’t eager to spend any more time riding around. Out of the car, he stretched and reached for his duffle bag, slung it over his shoulder and moved around to the same side of the car as Kimber since it was closest to the door of the house, “most women, at least the ones that met, don’t want a guy like me,” he explained, “I’m too demanding,” he told her leaving it deliberately open for her to ask the question.
• Locking the car door behind her, Kimber turned to look at Maeson, surprised at his admission, assuming he would have had lots of girls. “Oh? Like how could you be too demanding ... It’s not like you told them when to speak or something ... did you?” She realized she really did NOT know much about her brother ... Maybe he had turned a bit woman hating or something ... college did change people.
• Leading him into the house, she headed towards the basement, flicking on the lights so that he could toss his stuff.
• Maeson followed Kimber into the house, and had that chance to see how her ass matched up with her legs and midriff, enjoying the walk into the house. “No,” he answered reflexively but then with a smirk he added, “not usually, at least unless it was for the purpose of doing something else,” again letting it hang out there. As he put his bag down he glanced over at his little sister giving her a purposefully devious looking smirk. “Why how much do you want to know, I mean how much do you know about this stuff already?” he asked her.
• Confused a bit, she asked him, “For something else? Um ... okay...” she said, drawing that out, not very clear. Deciding to leave that topic for some other time, if ever, she changed gears.
• “Folks won’t be home for a couple hours ... so, not sure if you need to unpack ... or whatever ... I got a bit of housework to do ... Mom still has her Chore list ... fun fun”.
• Putting his bag down, he looked around the house and stretched again, it had been a long trip, and it was nice to be home. Also as a bonus he was enjoying the conversation. His little sister was proving to be intriguing. Pulling off his light sweat shirt he hung it up leaving him in a tight-fitting tee shirt that clung to his upper body nicely, at least in his opinion. Coming over, he looked at the list over Kimber’s shoulder deliberately. Perhaps closer than he needed to be, he was almost leaning against her, but perhaps not since it was his little sister and it wasn’t like they weren’t close, right? It did put his cheek next to her ear though, “You want help? With the chores?” he asked.
• As she checked the list, noting the usual laundry along with a request to water the rose bushes out back, she felt him come close, very close actually, whispering almost if she wanted some help. “Oh ... um ... It’s not too bad ... you can just, you know ... keep me company maybe ... laundry is not hard ... Usually just my stuff and some of mom’s. Almost all dad’s is done via a service - keeps it sharper for work and stuff...”. She turned, noticing he had discarded his sweatshirt, his toned body more on display ... She shook her head, still unbelieving he was single...
• Maeson put his hands on Kimber’s waist, giving her a squeeze, “Sure, I’d love to, onward then,” he ordered giving her a small push forward, “you collect, I’ll follow.” Then he followed her along, trailing chatting casually “Yeah, I like to be in charge, in the relationship. When I’m lucky I’ll find a woman who likes it when I take charge, like paying for dinner, or it can, of course, include something intimate. Makes sense?” He asked, though he was little more than casually interested at this point. It started him wondering though. Did his little sister like it when a guy was in charge? Perhaps that was where some of her prospective dates had failed. Maybe the guy had been too meek? Perhaps they had just needed to take charge of his little sister.” Waiting, he decided to test his hypothesis, “Grab a laundry basket for me. You fill it, I’ll carry.”